The Platinum Cadre, yes, of course. The dwarf smiles at you, Jalt. That would explain... well, glad to have your business indeed. Yes, two hundred gold. Will you wait the full tenday here? If you are headed on to Elturel, I can have the items sent on to you there.
As stubborn a negotiator as your father Jalt says We are on our way to Elturel this same day. My colleague is right. We wouldnt want to go to the trouble of having the equipment sent to us. I apologize but your information is valuable. I will tell your father of your great congeniality and business acumen.
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It's a day and a half, essentially, to Eldurel, right? "If anyone has anything else they'd like to do here, let's do it! Otherwise, maybe we get going and we could reach Eldurel by sundown tomorrow? The... mean people... are moving north and we should check in with our monk friend sooner than later to find out more."
Jalt nods to Soar Elspeth and Nate? We could probably find what we're looking for in Elturel. Unless you want to check for a little while longer here. But if we wait any longer, it will be 2 days before we can get there.
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Elspeth nods her agreement. "If all our business is in Elturel then we might as well move on. There's nothing specific I want here and I suspect there'll be a broader variety of items in Elturel. "
Nate agrees. "I am good to leave for Elturel now. That phony magician earlier kind of left me with a bad taste in my mouth with this place. Plus you're right Soar, Leosin will be waiting. I wonder what evil the cult has been up to..."
Nate would pet his horse and then prepare for the ride!
You set off for Elturel, leaving Scornubel behind you - your detour cost you very little time, and you are confident you will make it to the capital tomorrow. This road is even busier than the last; you are rarely out of sight of travellers, pilgrims, guard patrols, caravans and lone merchant wagons. The road between Elturgard's capital city and main trading city is well trodden and kept in good condition; from time to time you pass by work crews repairing the road, filling in holes, and trying to ensure that the road is easy to travel.
You sleep well, and the journey of the second day is almost without any unusual event. Almost. In the middle of the morning, as you are riding past a few carts headed in the same direction, you hear a squeaky voice - a halfling child - call out Dragon! Another voice, perhaps her father, hushes her. That's a dragonborn, they're... The child interrupts: In the sky! A dragon!
You look up. It's far away - the kid has good eyesight. But you can all see the green shape, small in the sky but clearly massive in reality, flying north. Elspeth, you have a much better view - this dragon looks large, and old. Fortunately, it seems to have no interest in the small folk far below, and within minutes it has disappeared into the clouds in the distance. You all resume your journey, a little unsettled but unharmed, as the various travellers chatter nervously around you.
It's the late afternoon; you've picked up the pace considerably. The horses seem to enjoy the chance to exercise, even race at times, in the knowledge that they can rest tomorrow. You pass through a pretty valley, a small farming village set some way back from the road, and speed up the hill in front of you. You reach the top, and there in front of you is Elturel, city of paladins, city of Torm, one of the great human nations of the world. It stands upon a cliff, overlooking the river below, and from even this distance you see tall graceful towers and impressive fortifications. But most of all you see the light, the magical light that holds position directly above the centre of the city, burning like a second sun and illuminating the city and surrounding lands. This is the Companion, the holy light that destroys undead and has kept the city safe from their attentions. You can't look at it, it's truly a second sun - as you ride towards the city, you see that evening is approaching the rest of the world and the sky outside, but within the light of the Companion, there is eternal day.
You ride towards the gates of the city, wide open but guarded, and a guard does indeed wave you to stop, as happens to all other carts and wagons that pass. Greetings, friends, the guard asks. Welcome to fair Elturel. May I know your names and your business here? Her armour gleams in the bright light of the Companion; she looks well-trained, experienced, and set upon doing her job well.
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OOC: whoa that's amazing, I need to read more stories from Faerun! Would Soar have been here before? Traveling south with Elspeth from Waterdeep, which I think is near where we said they were from way back when? If not, I assume she would have heard of this, and whether the paladins of Kelemvor would be welcomed with open arms. (Vanilla d20 roll if needed: 9) Does she know of any temples or churches or Kelemvor in town?
IC: "Whoa, that's amazing,"Soar says, eyes glued to the Companion. "I wish I had read more stories about Elturel!" [more to be added based on Soar's experience in the city, of which I'm assuming she has none, but just wanted to confirm]
(To preserve this as a nice moment, I would say Soar travelled further down the coast to the south, to Beregost, before turning east inland, so she missed Elturgard.)
Soar, you have heard of the Companion, though many people outside of this region hear about it and think about it as just some sort of magical lamp in the sky, not too different from the sorts of magical streetlights found in many cities. You never really thought about what it looked like, only that it destroys undead - something Kelemvor approves of. With that roll, you also know that there is no temple to Kelemvor dedicated within the city, so strong is its dedication to Torm. However, Doomguides are very welcome in the city, and the paladins of Elturel, known as Hellriders for a reason you're not certain of, are counted as allies in most things by the Doomguides.
There's a very long pause in front of the guard, while Soar gawks at the Companion. ".....so..... beautiful...."She blinks and looks ahead at the guard, a transcendent smile on her face. "Hello! I'm... Soar! Your friendly... neighborhood doomguide? These are my friends Jalt, Elsbeth, and Nate-- I'm sorry do you live here? How are you not starting at the Companion all the time? It's amazing! We're here to see our friend Leosin, he's a monk. Do you know him?" she asks sort of dumbly, not realizing that everyone in the city probably doesn't know each other.
The guard's eyes flicker to Soar's armour and, though she wasn't standoffish or wary exactly, there's a definite sense that she relaxes as she takes in the patterns and design that reflect the followers of Kelemvor. Welcome, Sister. It's been a year or more since any of your fellowship journeyed to Elturel, as far as I know. Know that you are welcome here, you and your companions. She grabs a ledger that stands on a table nearby, and waves you to step off the road to allow a large wagon to pass. This won't take long, Soar. My duty is to write down your names - full names if you please. I'm afraid I don't know of any Leosin - know you his full name, or where he might be staying within the city?
Over the course of the first day out of Scornubel, Soar felt increasingly comfortable in her newly purchased gloves, and noticed how she felt very skilled in catching small incoming objects, should the need arise. These are Gloves of Missile Snaring; you can't be sure how much they are really worth, as magic shops are rare and you've never been in one, but you would these gloves are worth hundreds, perhaps over a thousand gold pieces. It's clear the merchant didn't have a clue what they really were. As the two days pass, the gloves now look as though they were crafted along with your doomguide armour as though they were an original set.
Rhogar of Clan Jalt says Jalt to the guard taking the names. Would you happen to know where Kaerus Thambadar has set up shop here in town? Dorik let us know that he came here a while back to work with the paladins.
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Ah, many visitors come seeking the master smith, Rhogar of Clan Jalt, the guard replies. She gives you directions to his shop in the city, quite some distance from the gate, but you think you can find it easily when you wish to.
"A DRAGON!!" Nate is pretty excited when they see that green dragon, even from a far. "Was that like the one that attacked Greenest? Wow... I've... never seen one before."
Nate is even more amazed when the party reaches Elturel. Never in a million years did Nate ever think he'd make it to a place like this. He can see the light shining in the sky, but has no idea what it is or what it means. "What... is that light?"
Nate's going to keep quiet when they reach the guard, still in awe of this place. ohhh what the heck was Leosin's last name.... Nate thinks but just can't remember. Instead he greets the Guard when introduced by Soar "Hello!" and sends a friendly smile his way.
"Well Jalt... lead the way. Maybe we can inquire more about Leosin once you are done. Hey... does anyone remember his last name?!"
Nate, the guard responds to you in a friendly but very direct manner, showing no consideration of your obvious shyness. Hello. Your full name please, sir?
Elspeth can't keep her eyes off the Companion as she walks the path towards the city, blinking slightly when the guard greets them, a little stunned by the beauty of the city, but she is quick to recover.
"Greetings, honored guard, I'm Elspeth Steep. Like my friends said, we're here on a few personal errands. I... don't recall Leosin's last name," Here, she turns around to glance at Soar and Jalt, hoping one of them had remembered the monk's full name. "He would have arrived fairly recently though, so perhaps if we could be pointed towards where most newcomers gather it would be greatly appreciated."
The Platinum Cadre, yes, of course. The dwarf smiles at you, Jalt. That would explain... well, glad to have your business indeed. Yes, two hundred gold. Will you wait the full tenday here? If you are headed on to Elturel, I can have the items sent on to you there.
As stubborn a negotiator as your father Jalt says We are on our way to Elturel this same day. My colleague is right. We wouldnt want to go to the trouble of having the equipment sent to us. I apologize but your information is valuable. I will tell your father of your great congeniality and business acumen.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Well, um, that's good to hear. Good day and safe travels to you, the dwarf replies politely and a little formally, with a small bow.
You gather again outside the dwarf's smithy, the streets busy and alive - it's a pleasant day in the City of Caravans. What would you like to do?
It's a day and a half, essentially, to Eldurel, right? "If anyone has anything else they'd like to do here, let's do it! Otherwise, maybe we get going and we could reach Eldurel by sundown tomorrow? The... mean people... are moving north and we should check in with our monk friend sooner than later to find out more."
(A day and a half is possible - it would be at a brisk pace and your horses would be a bit tired at the end, but not dangerously so.)
Jalt nods to Soar Elspeth and Nate? We could probably find what we're looking for in Elturel. Unless you want to check for a little while longer here. But if we wait any longer, it will be 2 days before we can get there.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Elspeth nods her agreement. "If all our business is in Elturel then we might as well move on. There's nothing specific I want here and I suspect there'll be a broader variety of items in Elturel. "
Nate agrees. "I am good to leave for Elturel now. That phony magician earlier kind of left me with a bad taste in my mouth with this place. Plus you're right Soar, Leosin will be waiting. I wonder what evil the cult has been up to..."
Nate would pet his horse and then prepare for the ride!
You set off for Elturel, leaving Scornubel behind you - your detour cost you very little time, and you are confident you will make it to the capital tomorrow. This road is even busier than the last; you are rarely out of sight of travellers, pilgrims, guard patrols, caravans and lone merchant wagons. The road between Elturgard's capital city and main trading city is well trodden and kept in good condition; from time to time you pass by work crews repairing the road, filling in holes, and trying to ensure that the road is easy to travel.
You sleep well, and the journey of the second day is almost without any unusual event. Almost. In the middle of the morning, as you are riding past a few carts headed in the same direction, you hear a squeaky voice - a halfling child - call out Dragon! Another voice, perhaps her father, hushes her. That's a dragonborn, they're... The child interrupts: In the sky! A dragon!
You look up. It's far away - the kid has good eyesight. But you can all see the green shape, small in the sky but clearly massive in reality, flying north. Elspeth, you have a much better view - this dragon looks large, and old. Fortunately, it seems to have no interest in the small folk far below, and within minutes it has disappeared into the clouds in the distance. You all resume your journey, a little unsettled but unharmed, as the various travellers chatter nervously around you.
It's the late afternoon; you've picked up the pace considerably. The horses seem to enjoy the chance to exercise, even race at times, in the knowledge that they can rest tomorrow. You pass through a pretty valley, a small farming village set some way back from the road, and speed up the hill in front of you. You reach the top, and there in front of you is Elturel, city of paladins, city of Torm, one of the great human nations of the world. It stands upon a cliff, overlooking the river below, and from even this distance you see tall graceful towers and impressive fortifications. But most of all you see the light, the magical light that holds position directly above the centre of the city, burning like a second sun and illuminating the city and surrounding lands. This is the Companion, the holy light that destroys undead and has kept the city safe from their attentions. You can't look at it, it's truly a second sun - as you ride towards the city, you see that evening is approaching the rest of the world and the sky outside, but within the light of the Companion, there is eternal day.
You ride towards the gates of the city, wide open but guarded, and a guard does indeed wave you to stop, as happens to all other carts and wagons that pass. Greetings, friends, the guard asks. Welcome to fair Elturel. May I know your names and your business here? Her armour gleams in the bright light of the Companion; she looks well-trained, experienced, and set upon doing her job well.
OOC: whoa that's amazing, I need to read more stories from Faerun! Would Soar have been here before? Traveling south with Elspeth from Waterdeep, which I think is near where we said they were from way back when? If not, I assume she would have heard of this, and whether the paladins of Kelemvor would be welcomed with open arms. (Vanilla d20 roll if needed: 9) Does she know of any temples or churches or Kelemvor in town?
IC: "Whoa, that's amazing," Soar says, eyes glued to the Companion. "I wish I had read more stories about Elturel!" [more to be added based on Soar's experience in the city, of which I'm assuming she has none, but just wanted to confirm]
(To preserve this as a nice moment, I would say Soar travelled further down the coast to the south, to Beregost, before turning east inland, so she missed Elturgard.)
Soar, you have heard of the Companion, though many people outside of this region hear about it and think about it as just some sort of magical lamp in the sky, not too different from the sorts of magical streetlights found in many cities. You never really thought about what it looked like, only that it destroys undead - something Kelemvor approves of. With that roll, you also know that there is no temple to Kelemvor dedicated within the city, so strong is its dedication to Torm. However, Doomguides are very welcome in the city, and the paladins of Elturel, known as Hellriders for a reason you're not certain of, are counted as allies in most things by the Doomguides.
There's a very long pause in front of the guard, while Soar gawks at the Companion. ".....so..... beautiful...." She blinks and looks ahead at the guard, a transcendent smile on her face. "Hello! I'm... Soar! Your friendly... neighborhood doomguide? These are my friends Jalt, Elsbeth, and Nate-- I'm sorry do you live here? How are you not starting at the Companion all the time? It's amazing! We're here to see our friend Leosin, he's a monk. Do you know him?" she asks sort of dumbly, not realizing that everyone in the city probably doesn't know each other.
The guard's eyes flicker to Soar's armour and, though she wasn't standoffish or wary exactly, there's a definite sense that she relaxes as she takes in the patterns and design that reflect the followers of Kelemvor. Welcome, Sister. It's been a year or more since any of your fellowship journeyed to Elturel, as far as I know. Know that you are welcome here, you and your companions. She grabs a ledger that stands on a table nearby, and waves you to step off the road to allow a large wagon to pass. This won't take long, Soar. My duty is to write down your names - full names if you please. I'm afraid I don't know of any Leosin - know you his full name, or where he might be staying within the city?
(this is amazing.. I will catch up ASAP, feel free to move ahead I will jump in tonight or tomorrow latest)
Over the course of the first day out of Scornubel, Soar felt increasingly comfortable in her newly purchased gloves, and noticed how she felt very skilled in catching small incoming objects, should the need arise. These are Gloves of Missile Snaring; you can't be sure how much they are really worth, as magic shops are rare and you've never been in one, but you would these gloves are worth hundreds, perhaps over a thousand gold pieces. It's clear the merchant didn't have a clue what they really were. As the two days pass, the gloves now look as though they were crafted along with your doomguide armour as though they were an original set.
Rhogar of Clan Jalt says Jalt to the guard taking the names. Would you happen to know where Kaerus Thambadar has set up shop here in town? Dorik let us know that he came here a while back to work with the paladins.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Ah, many visitors come seeking the master smith, Rhogar of Clan Jalt, the guard replies. She gives you directions to his shop in the city, quite some distance from the gate, but you think you can find it easily when you wish to.
"A DRAGON!!" Nate is pretty excited when they see that green dragon, even from a far. "Was that like the one that attacked Greenest? Wow... I've... never seen one before."
Nate is even more amazed when the party reaches Elturel. Never in a million years did Nate ever think he'd make it to a place like this. He can see the light shining in the sky, but has no idea what it is or what it means. "What... is that light?"
Nate's going to keep quiet when they reach the guard, still in awe of this place. ohhh what the heck was Leosin's last name.... Nate thinks but just can't remember. Instead he greets the Guard when introduced by Soar "Hello!" and sends a friendly smile his way.
"Well Jalt... lead the way. Maybe we can inquire more about Leosin once you are done. Hey... does anyone remember his last name?!"
Nate, the guard responds to you in a friendly but very direct manner, showing no consideration of your obvious shyness. Hello. Your full name please, sir?
Elspeth can't keep her eyes off the Companion as she walks the path towards the city, blinking slightly when the guard greets them, a little stunned by the beauty of the city, but she is quick to recover.
"Greetings, honored guard, I'm Elspeth Steep. Like my friends said, we're here on a few personal errands. I... don't recall Leosin's last name," Here, she turns around to glance at Soar and Jalt, hoping one of them had remembered the monk's full name. "He would have arrived fairly recently though, so perhaps if we could be pointed towards where most newcomers gather it would be greatly appreciated."